Oh no. I’m itching to write again. Dammit, why? I thought I was cured. I thought the day job had sucked all the life out of me. I thought I was past this illness called “writing.” Why oh why am I suddenly getting the itch to write again? Same story (TPATS) but with a different (nay, better?) beginning.
It’s all Michelle’s fault. Her and that Nanowrimo thing. And my own stupid little exercise of calculating the amount of actual pages (6.7) to complete the 50K requirement. Turns out I’m not a disciplined writer at all — I write when I feel like it, then abandon my stories when I think they’re no good. Sheesh. And to think I’d hoped to one day quit the day job and write full-time. ***smacks head*** What was I thinking?
Well, maybe I wasn’t THINKING. Maybe I was feeling. Feeling this stupid feeling that I. Must. Write. And now this feeling the urge. The itch. Crap. Maybe the old gray matter is still functioning after all. Maybe not all the creativity has been crushed out of my soul.
The Plan: Tentatively do some prewriting. Then come Nano time…well, we’ll see.
